Education Paper: Survival without a Diploma
I sometimes wonder what the outcome would be, if my mother had gone on past ninth grade. She stopped riding the bus that took her to North High to go to work at a local hosiery mill, in order to financially help her family. But then I think about the rich attributes that may have gone undeveloped had she continued on to graduate.My mother's home-situation wasn't supportive of going to school. There was farm work at home, canning, berry-picking, tending to younger siblings, and the lights went out shortly after dusk. Perhaps the greatest barrier between my mother and a formal education was the feeling of shame and embarrassment she felt from her clothest that she believed were inadequate. Winter time was the worst, she tells me. The heavy cloth stocking she walked to elementary school in to keep warm were "pure ugly." She confesses she took them off sometimes before she entered shcool to avoid humiliation. It pains me to see the little girl, my mother, loving words (she was a good speller), loving stories, but being torn by familial duties and obligations that didn't support academics. She tells me she wasn't pressured by her mother and father to quit school, but she became frustrated for the first time after the f
Curiously, my mother's lack of school experience doesn't hinder her ability to make money and survive. Even though her labor is physcial and time-consuming, it is richly rewarding. My mother, a survivor, is the type that is hard to find as we approach the twenty-first century. She lived through the great character builder, the Great Depression of the 1930s, which perhaps educated her enough for the rest of her life. Learning to be content with less, not to waste, and forming a strong work ethic provided the basis for the life she was to face. My mother is an organic gardener, and I continually reap the benefits. She knows herbs, and utilizes berries and grapes she grows. Muscadine juice and wine, blackberry jams, spice wood, catnip, and mint teas, are typical treats in my mother's kitchen. A proverbial "green thumb," my mother annually conceives a masterpiece of spring and summer flora that encircles her home. Routinely she sells rootings of trees, shrubbery, and anything else that will root to excited customers. Reminiscent of my mother are some authors, characters, and concepts in novels I've read, such as Benjamin Franklin's practicality in his Autobiography, Ivy Rowe's rural wisdom in Lee Smith's Fair and Tender Ladies, and Thoreau's quest for simplistic living in Walden. I share with her the fact that she has achieved s
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